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thailand

dreaming as i was of
sandalwood and sweet
mangoes
(the way they stick in your teeth).
the smell of heat.
warm rain on my scorched face,
wishing i could dance
abandoned
in the tepid salt sea,
with the waves crashing over me,
the storm above me,
the lush, lush green
and those white, starry flowers
falling in clouds and sticking
to damp skin.
those strangled cats,
in the temples that shone
in the sun, glimpsing
a thousand colours.
with the hot tiles that stung
my bare feet.

well,
lets visit memory,
shall we?

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Written May 28th, 2005

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  • theprodigalsister
    May 28, 2005
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    Another piece based on a place... I must admit I really enjoyed "Russia" & this is just as beautiful. I feel there. Well done!!